Walking Through This World
Walking through this world, to the other side,
it's easy-going, then a wild ride.
Times are a-changing, have you heard the news,
there comes the novel, and virulent flues.
We thought the world, would just stay the same,
change comes as sure as, death and taxes fame.
There will be times when, something comes along,
that cannot be solved, with dance or a song.
If we're to survive, and for ourselves fend,
lets' work together, and our lives we'll mend,
So when hard times come, we'll know what to do,
even when faced with, a new novel flu.
Since our love affair, with roses and wine,
even more than gold, it's our friends that shine!
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